Prophetics To Drone
Scratched and stricken on the walls of the mind, uttered in a cant that can't make sense but does, you find yourself in some dark corner with some bright text, and cannot but find yourself enraptured, lead to read even as it plants its seed, carving itself into the walls of your mind as well...
There's an eye in I and it's always watching, out and in it's ever stalking. With fangs for hands and eye for crown and eyes for mouths it just won't stop talking. All it does is Drone and Drone andDrone androne anDrone anDrone
I am sorry you had to read this.
Wasn't, won't, and isn't, except as here seen.